A small group began to gather around the TV, already throwing out random ideas.
"What about a horror film? We got lots of beautiful girls here to cast, lots of screaming, not much acting needed."
"Rom-com might be easier. We've got couples in the house. We can build around real chemistry."
"Nah, action! Let's do stunts, fight scenes—get physical!"
Corey tuned out the chatter for a moment, his mind elsewhere.
He wasn't worried about acting or the camera. He was thinking about Cara.
The moment this task dropped, he knew she'd be part of it too—and that meant Big D would find a way to get close to her under the excuse of rehearsing, acting, or building chemistry.
"Shit…" he muttered under his breath.
This task wasn't just about teamwork or creativity anymore.
It was another battlefield—and the stakes were growing by the hour.
Back in the living area, one of the producers entered with a stack of printed instructions and props.
